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"And what may Piers Evesham be doing here?" he enquired. "He comes often to see Jeanie," murmured his wife deprecatingly. He laughed unpleasantly. "A vast honour for Jeanie!" Two tears fell from Mrs. Lorimer's eyes. She began to feel furtively for her handkerchief. "And Dr. Lennox Tudor," he pronounced the name with elaborate care, "he comes often for the same reason, I presume?"
Pat shot a single glance upwards, and made laconic reply. "I undid Mike." "Oh, dear!" exclaimed Avery in great distress. "I'm afraid that was my fault." "Yours, Mrs. Denys?" Mr. Lorimer's eyes became visible as two brilliant pin-points turned searchingly upon her face. "Yes, mine!" she reiterated. "Mike was whining on his chain, and I said I thought it was cruel to keep a dog tied up.
Errington hastened to the gangway with a brighter flush than usual on his handsome face, and his heart beating with a new sense of exhilaration and excitement. If Lorimer's hints had any foundation of truth if Thelma loved him ever so little how wild a dream it seemed! . . . why not risk his fate?
Gracie Lorimer's arithmetic-book soared to the ceiling and came down with a bang while Gracie herself pivoted, not ungracefully, on her toes till sheer giddiness and exhaustion put an end to her rhapsody. Then she staggered to Avery who was darning the family stockings by the window and flung ecstatic arms about her neck. "Dear Mrs. Denys, aren't you glad it's holidays?" she gasped.
Never by a spoken word had she implied to Thayer that Lorimer was falling below her ideals. To-night, hurt as she was by his deception, anxious as she was in regard to the outcome of the episode, nevertheless she remained true to her usual careful reticence. To a woman of Beatrix Lorimer's temper it was easier to bear unjust blame than to demand just pity.
"Mother said Bobby is coming, and possibly Sally Van Osdel. She wanted the four of us to go there for an impromptu dinner such as we used to have." "I am sorry, dear." There was a real note of regret in Lorimer's voice. "She should have telephoned us earlier." "She waited for Bobby's decision. He is the only one of us, you know, who makes even a pretence of being busy.
Dr Howlett, however, appeared to be perfectly satisfied with the information; and by the indignant manner in which he struck his long gold-headed ebony walking-stick on the floor, seemed entirely to agree with the worthy knight in his estimate of the heroine of Phil Lorimer's ballad.
Let no man wonder that Lorimer's people do not prefer an efficiency expert, that a Tim Sullivan has power, or that men are loyal to Hinky Dink. The cry raised against these men by the average reformer is a piece of cold, unreal, preposterous idealism compared to the solid warm facts of kindliness, clothes, food and fun. You cannot beat the bosses with the reformer's taboo.
There followed the tinkle of the falling pieces, then a stillness so profound that from one end to the other of the long room Lorimer's heavy breathing was distinctly audible. The impending crisis seemed to paralyze the guests. Those who had risen, stood motionless in their places; the others made no effort to rise.
But Lorimer's eyes could silently scan the well-cut profile presented to his view against the green of the fields beyond. "Never observed," said he, with a peculiar inflection, "just how rock-like that chin of yours is, Rich. Reminds me of your grandfather's, for fair." "Glad to hear it."
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